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 I did not write this story and don't know who did.  But it's a classic, a
10+ for both writing and erotic appeal.
From: "tenfour" <an674829@anon.penet.fi>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Diana's Story 1 - F/F, masturbation
Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 21:04:12 +0100

   Diana's Story

   Part One

   My life changed completely when I divorced my husband Jim.  I had been
an increasingly unhappy product of the middle classes who had made the
mistake of marrying her first boyfriend.  Why?  Because at 13 I was five
feet ten, and thought I was a freak.  Jim treated me nicely at school,
protecting me from some of the bullies.  He was a year older, and we lived
not far from each other at the time, so we tended to end up walking home
together.  I really thought that I was lucky to have someone like Jim to
look after me, and despite feeling very little actual passion for him, we
went out together from then on.  I was always very shy, because I'm so tall
- at 15 I hit six foot, and stayed there - and it was easy to stick to the
person I knew, and at the time trusted completely.  Everybody expected us
to get married, and we did, when I was 19 and he was 20.  Ludicrously
young, I know that now!

   If Jim had been sexy - or interested in sex - it would have made a big
difference, but he really was happy to make very traditional love once
every couple of weeks.  Not much foreplay, not long about the job.  I don't
think he ever considered if I had come or not, he would just roll over and
snore.  Talk about the sexual revolution passing us by.  I knew there had
to be more to it than I was getting, but I accepted Jim and his faults, and
reasoned that at least I was secure, and he was considerate.

   Everything came to a head when he had to go abroad for two months on an
urgent contract, leaving me to my own devices for more than a couple of
nights for the first time in literally eight years.  One day, after he had
been away for about a fortnight, I was at home, achingly bored, and decided
to have a complete clean out of the bedroom.  Now, we had bought the house
about three years previously, and had not done a lot to it, as it was in
pretty good shape.  So there was no reason at the time to check under
carpets, and look for loose boards.  You can probably guess what happened -
or have a good idea.  I had moved the wardrobe in the corner of the room,
and was hoovering, when the corner carpet lifted onto the nozzle. 
Underneath was a small section of floorboard that looked different to the
other planks.  Curiously, I bent down to look, and saw that it wasn't
nailed, and had a sort of knot hole at one end.  Even more curiously, I put
a finger into the hole, and tugged.  The board came up easily, and
underneath was a heap of magazines, and a couple of videotapes.

   The magazine at the top of the pile told me everything, it was a secret
porn stash!  The mag.  was called 'Anal Sex,' and had a picture of a girl
with a cock up her bottom on the cover.  I felt myself go all shaky.  I
knew they couldn't be Jim's, the wardrobe hadn't been shifted since we put
it there on the day we moved in.  With shaking fingers I hauled out the
porn collection, finding a variety of different perversions had been
catered for.  Unbearably nervous, and already excited, I reached deeper
into the underfloor recess, and found a plastic bag.  I pulled it out too,
and looked inside.  There were vibrators in there, three of them, varying
is size from five inches to nine.  At the bottom of the bag were five
little bottles, still sealed as new.  The wrappers had words like Bolt,
Reds, and TNT.  I had no idea what they contained.

   Now remember, I had never done more than plain fucking.  I hadn't even
had oral sex, or given it.  I suppose I had wondered if we should
experiment, but Jim was so staid, I never came near to having the nerve.  I
had never even masturbated, if you can believe that - you see I'd been in
the same relationship since I was 14 years old, with a man who barely knew
what sex was!  Of course I'd read magazines, I'd watched movies, but Jim
had a sort of spell of blandness, nothing seemed to particularly affect me
either way.  I felt pleasure when we made love, sometimes I got quite
excited, and I had definitely had orgasms, I was sure I had had orgasms!

   The moment I saw the cover of the first magazine, I knew my life would
change - I'm not exaggerating - I felt a surge of something I had NEVER
felt before.  The adrenaline of desire.  Not for anyone, but for IT.  For
sex.  God or some other force had put the means in my hands, to an end I
could not have possibly imagined.  The wardrobe stayed where it was, the
carpet fell back into place.  Trembling violently, I dropped the magazines,
and the bag of paraphernalia, onto the bed.  I could hardly get my clothes
off, my fingers were all thumbs.  When I was naked, I lay on the bed, shut
my eyes for a moment, so that I could open them and see if I was dreaming,
and when I did open them, there was that girl again, with the willy up her
bum.  I spread the magazines out, my eyes gawping at the images they
displayed.

   I hardly dared open them.  I closed my eyes again, flipped a magazine
open at random, and blinked the darkness from my eyes.  A beautiful young
girl was smiling at the camera, her mouth wide open, a white line led from
a small pool on her tongue to the spurting shaft of a wet red cock.  She
had actually taken a man's semen in her mouth!  My own mouth was dry, but
another part of me was suddenly noticeable by its wetness.  I opened my
thighs, and instinctively cupped a hand around my sex.  It felt hot, and
swollen.  I hadn't even done anything, and I was already as turned on as I
had ever been.  I looked through the first magazine, the anal one, and my
hand kneaded my mons, firmly, making me hotter and wetter by the second,
until I started to feel the moisture on my hand.  A photograph of a girl on
her knees, ass raised, and long thick cock half buried in it - made me
pause.  I could see the beauty of it, it made me feel very strange indeed.
Because, you see, I was attracted as much by the girl as by the image of
sodomy.  I was starting to rub myself, what else could I do.  I knew that
sex was rhythm, and I was finding my own tempo.  Sensations were buzzing
through me by now, urging, drawing me to experiment further.  That was when
I really discovered my clitoris.  Yes, I had felt nice things from it
before, but not on this scale, the old sensation was a mild tickle compared
to this.  Before I really knew what I was doing, I was caressing that eager
bud with the edge of my hand, the wetness making it slick and very lovely.
I completely forgot the magazine as I got carried away on a tide of
rapture. The waves intensified, come more and more quickly, until a great
breaker of joy washed over me, and I came, properly, for the first time in
my life.  I had discovered pure gold.  I had won the lottery.

   I panted, my chest heaving as I shuddered to a halt.  I couldn't bear to
touch my clitoris any longer, it was too sensitive.  I had had my eyes
shut, and now I opened them onto a new world.  Opposite the bed was a
dressing mirror on a stand, I had moved it there while cleaning the room. I
could see my reflection in it, lying back against a mound of pillows, my
nipples pointing, thighs akimbo, and the gash of wet flesh in between,
surrounded by a tangled fringe of moist pubic tendrils.  I realised that I
was actually very sexy looking, the sight of myself like this, louche and
slippery, was a turn on.  I stood in front of the mirror, and examined
myself as if for the first time, touching myself as if I was a new lover. I
discovered parts of myself I had never considered, I found sensuality in
every curve, tenderness in surprising places.  I compared myself to the
girls in the magazines, and frankly, I was as good, hell, I was better!  My
ass is a bit on the big side, and though my breasts are quite shallow, I
have quite bulbous, plump nipples that stick out easily when aroused.  I've
always been fit, and the flesh I have is firm.  If anything I'm in better
shape now than I was then.  I actually sobbed as I realised I had never
been called sexy by my husband, and here I was, in my own eyes, as
desirable as any of the models in the magazines I had found.

   It was a conversion of Damascan proportions.  I kept on going back to
the pictures in the anal magazine, my bottom sort of clenched in empathy,
and my eyes fell on the bag.  I shook it out on the bed, the vibrators and
bottles clattering onto the duvet.  My hands knew what they were doing as
they reached for the smaller shaft.  I had only ever glimpsed a vibrator
before, and it had not been as pretty as this one.  This one, all of them
in fact, were like sculpted penises in black latex.  I checked it out from
end to end, not imagining that after at least three years there would be
any juice left in the batteries, but there was.  When I twisted the end of
the vibrator, it shuddered into life.  I gave a little shriek, and dropped
it.  I actually giggled and blushed as I tried to pick it up.  I captured
it quite quickly, and switched it off.

   I walked into the en suite bathroom, and very deliberately washed the
vibrators, and dried them on a towel.  What instinct was it made me bring a
jar of vaseline back into the bedroom, tell me that?  Back on the bed, I
studied the magazine, noting the way the girl's anus expanded from a
rosebud to a mouth.  If hers could, mine could - I was bigger than her
anyway!  My eyes caught something familiar in the corner of the centre
fold. A pot of vaseline, identical to my own.  My heart pounded a little
harder.  I was learning fast.  And there beside it, that little bottle,
just like the ones on the bed.  Had they got something to do with anal sex?
I split the seal on the bottle, and unscrewed the cap.  A strange chemical
smell assailed my nostrils.  I wrinkled my nose, and replaced the cap. 
Suddenly my heart was pumping like crazy, and I was mad for it.  I
scrabbled at myself, unthinkingly forcing two fingers into my cunt.  It
took my a while to work out that it was the chemical smell that had made me
go so crazy.  The feeling didn't last, but the effect on my libido did.  I
opened the vaseline, and dipped in the two fingers I had had in my cunt.  I
paused for just a moment before touching my anus, and then pressed a
fingertip to the twitching rosebud.  It felt delicious as I rubbed my
finger over the puckered sphincter, I cooed, and probed myself with an
experimental finger.  "Oh Jesus" I sobbed, as my finger parted the
tight-drawn orifice, and slid rudely into my rectum.  I nearly came again
from that alone.  For the next few minutes, I finger-fucked my bottom,
moving onto the thrusting finger, then the thrusting fingers, because two
felt even better.

   Shortly, I remembered the vibrator.  I spread the excess lubricant over
its glans, and a little way down the shaft.  I didn't plan to do much more
than just slip the head in, if I could.  I switched on the motor, and set
it at a slow throb.  I was even nearer to coming when the shaking shaft
hummed against my asshole.  That strange instinct controlled me again, and
I found myself reaching for the little bottle of Amyl Nitrate.  One sniff,
and I was an animal.  With no further preparation, I rammed the vibrator at
my bottom-mouth, and felt it give, so utterly deliciously that I could hold
on no longer.  As I drew the shaft up into my body with one hand, I rushed
a finger back and forth across my clitoris, and came.  This time the spasms
gripped upon an unrelenting penetrant.  My ass muscles clenched and relaxed
again and again, and each time they relaxed, the shaft crept a little
deeper.  When my orgasm at last subsided, the vibrator was humming very
quietly, because it was lodged deep in my no longer virgin bottom.  The
vibrations reached into every inch of my gut, shuddering my womb from the
other side.  My womb...  I picked up the next biggest vibrator, and
discovered that perhaps my desires were not exactly normal.  In the anal
magazine were photos of a girl taking two men at once, one in each hole.  I
wanted to be that girl.  I was going to BE that girl...

   This vibrator was seven inches long, and correspondingly thicker.  The
one in my ass was about the size of Jim's cock.  Two would surely be too
much for me...  but I had to find out.  I kept the vibrator in my bottom by
sitting on it, while I lubed up the new shaft.  It hurt just a little bit
to have something up my asshole, but it was a sweet, sensual hurt, and I
loved it.  I lay back, and ran the throbbing glans of the second vibrator
over my sex, gasping at the way the vibrations seemed to run through me.  I
gingerly positioned the glans at the entrance of my sopping wet pussy, and
thrust.  I was so aroused that despite the shaft in my bottom, the bigger
vibrator actually started to slide into me, making me tight in a way I
never knew before.  Part of the trouble with Jim was that if I did get wet
and horny when he fucked me, I felt less and less the more open I got.  He
just didn't have enough for a big woman like me.  The second set of
vibrations was making me a molten mess.  My juices were trickling onto the
bed, coating the smaller vibrator, making it difficult to hold.  I looked
across to the mirror, and cried out at the nasty, wonderful scene it
displayed.  My legs were cocked right back, thighs wide, and my hands were
pushing and pulling those two black shaft in and out of my hungry body.  I
felt utterly wanton, and somehow terribly pure.

   I suppose I should have been surprised at how easily I took two up me at
once, but everything was so weird, so special and sexy, that I was just
going wherever my senses led me.  I could feel those two shafts moving
against each other, and it was the maddest thing, but I loved it at once, I
fucked myself into a frenzy, and came, gritting me teeth to keep from
howling.  I had found my G-spot, without even knowing I had one!  I fucked
slower and slower, and finally drew the shafts out, my cunt was sort of
numb by now from the vibrations, and I knew I needed a little rest.

   I slept for a couple of hours, my dreams full of the images from the
magazines, and awoke, hot, excited, and wet again.  I decided to try and
hold on for a little while, maybe get a drink, maybe see if those videos
were sexy too - they had no covers or titles, just cryptic numbers.  I put
on a bathrobe, and stuffed everything into the carrier bag.  In the
living-room, I drew the curtains, switched on a couple of table lamps, and
mixed a generous vodka and tonic.  I spread a large bath-towel on the sofa,
and laid out my array of pornographic materials.  My heart pounding once
again, I slotted the first tape into the player, and sat back, wondering
what on earth I was about to see.

   I know now that it was an amateur film, possibly even of the previous
tenants of the house - we never did meet them.  It was raw, hard core sex.
It made me feel so odd, I'm against this sort of thing, in principle, but
here it was, kinky sex on screen, and I couldn't take my eyes off it.  The
first set up had a girl waking up an older woman, and making love to her.
It was the first time I had been exposed to proper lesbian sex, and it took
my breath away, while confusing me terribly.  I couldn't understand why the
sight of two naked women had such a strong effect on me.  Surely I wasn't a
lesbian too?  Was I?  The younger woman cunnilingered and frigged the other
to some sort of climax, and then a man appeared.  Not badly hung, either. I
decided that I would try to emulate whatever happened on screen from now
on, so I picked up the biggest vibrator, the nine incher, and licked it
like the girl was licking the real cock on TV.  After a minute or so of
fellatio, the man turned the girl round, and fed his cock into her cunt.  I
rolled onto my knees, and rubbed the head of the big shaft against my
pussy. It was a bit awkward, but I found that if I lodged the base between
my ankles, I could brace myself against the thick phallus, and push down
onto it.  I moaned as the hard, fat glans parted my labia, and began to
open my vulva.  It felt fantastic.

   I let myself down onto the thick pole by degrees, whimpering as it
filled me fuller and fuller, climbing up inside me until it was hard
against my cervix.  I felt my buttocks on my heels, and realised I had
taken nearly the whole thing.  I never imagined there was that kind of room
inside a woman.  I was very glad there was.  I fucked myself as the man
fucked the girl, getting hotter and wetter until my dildo was sloshing and
squelching as I pumped onto it.  When the man drew out and pushed his hard
cock against the girl's puckered up anus, I panted nervously.  My cunt
might be able to take the big vibrator, but what about my bottom?  I leaned
forwards until the shaft slid all the way out of my cunt, leaving it
strangely empty, and tingly.  I felt behind myself, moving the tip of the
phallus up to my still slippery asshole, and very carefully leaned back. 
The sensation of that big glans spreading my anus was unbelievable, the
flesh sort of ticked and creaked as it was forced open.  Suddenly, the
glans was in me, my sphincter gripping it around its neck.  It hurt in the
way the little one had, that sweet hurt that wants more.  I had an
inspiration, and picked up the little bottle of Amyl Nitrate.  A wee bit
frightened of its violent effect, I took a sniff.  I had found the key to
my ass.  The drug rushed in my brain, loosening everything for the few
seconds it needed to push that nine inch shaft halfway up my bottom, with
the most astonishing sensations of penetration and lust you could imagine!

   I had almost forgotten about the video.  It played on somewhere in the
background as I fucked my ass deeper and deeper, forcing myself down onto
the thing until it was far up my bowels, and giving me twinges of delicious
pain and pleasure.  I fumbled for the switch, and managed to turn the
beast's motor on.  It was shatteringly good.  My guts quivered as each
descending stroke sent the phallus throbbing at my heart.  My rectum was
more than tingling, it was shaking, it was wobbling with rapture.  I
couldn't hold on for long.  I jammed a finger onto my clitoris, and ripped
spasm after spasm from my loins, my ass clenching miraculously hard on the
belly-deep shaft.  I was hooked on anal sex.  More than that, I was hooked
on sex, totally.  I whimpered, the shaft slowly slid out, giving me
delicious tremors as it departed.  I switched off the vibrator, and the
video, and paused to think about it all.

   Everything was moving so fast.  Barely an hour ago I was a bored
housewife near the end of her tether.  Now I was a sexed-up beast, hurrying
from one thrill to the next, being perverted, taking drugs, and fucking
like a total slut, even if it was myself I was fucking.  The housewife
washed the vibrators carefully, ate a big sandwich, and tried to reason
with herself.  She was soon forced to give way for the slut.  Twenty-seven
years without sexual fulfillment would take a long time to make up for.  I
sometimes think that for every sexually mature year for which I was
dormant, I have to have a year of indulgent excess.  That makes 14 years,
of which I have still have eight left.  Thank God!

   I was drawn back to the TV by a force I found thrillingly new.  I
pressed play, and this time just caressed myself gently while watching the
writhing bodies entwine, separate, penetrate, and ejaculate.  I loved the
way one woman sought out the jets of semen from the two men who had just
fucked her.  She looked so greedy, and the sight of the sperms slithering
down her face was oddly arousing.  I wondered if I would enjoy that, and
felt yet another barrier crumble as I knew straight away that I would.  I
wanted to taste a man, to know how his fluids felt on my tongue, in my
mouth...  I masturbated easily now, my initial storm of desire just muted
enough to keep the need for instant gratification at bay.  The young blonde
girl from the first story re-appeared, with another girl, brunette, and
quite pretty too, they started to make love, and I felt my belly sort of
flip as they sixty-nined each other.  I imagined how another woman's tongue
would feel in my pussy, lapping at me, flickering over my clitoris.  It
took me an effort not to come at that point.  It was dawning on me that I
was going to have to go beyond wanking.  I was going to have to find
someone to do these things with, to feel a woman's hands upon me.

   The blonde girl climbed off the brunette, and turned round again.  She
picked up a tube of something, and spread it on her hands.  I wondered what
was going on, after all they both looked like they were pretty wet.  I
found out very soon, and with it found my vocation.  The blonde girl slid
two slippery fingers into the brunette's snatch - so far, so normal.  Then
a third finger, and a fourth finger followed.  I found myself feeding
fingers into my own cunt, stretching them apart like the blonde was doing,
and I arched like the brunette as I felt my vulva opening as wide as it had
for the big vibrator.  I am a big woman, that is undeniable, but it had
never occurred to me that my sex might be as big in proportion as for
example, my feet.  I found that four fingers squelching was very good fun
indeed.  And then blondie eased her thumb into the thickening bunch.  This
whole thing was so weird already, I just accepted that what these people
were doing was fairly normal if kinky sexual practice.  Not the sort you
discuss with your friends maybe, but how was I to know?  To me, at that
time, it really looked no weirder than actually seeing people fuck.  I
carried on frigging and my eyes grew wider as blondie started to twist her
hand from side to side, while the brunette just opened up to her, her wet
vulva glistening and rippling as it expanded.  It was such a shock, but so
logical when the hand suddenly plunged, wrist deep in that seemingly nice,
ordinary cunt!  It was logical, because it fitted so neatly.  I gulped,
with a primal instinct gnawing my vitals, and gloated over the junction of
wrist and cunt.  Blondie's hand began to move in and out, making brunette
shudder and wail as it popped the vulvaic rim.  Blondie thrust her hand
firmly, and swirled it it out of sight, the tendons in her wrist hinting at
the movements within.

   My first day of real sex, and I was watching a fist-fucking film.  No
wonder I've turned out as I have!  I found that I was tucking my own thumb
into myself, and pushing harder and harder.  The angle was wrong, because
even though it was feeling wonderful, I just couldn't get past the wide
knuckles.  'Maybe you can only do this with a partner,' I thought, which
made my resolve to find someone - and it would be a woman - to teach me all
this new loving.  I frigged away stickily for the few minutes of
fist-fucking on screen.  They finished all too soon for me, so I just
carried on, and after another minute or two, I reached for the big vibrator
again.  Already I had learned to long for the feeling of a stretched
cervix. I pressed the thing into myself, gasping as it opened me up.  The
neck of my womb grasped the neck of the glans in a clinging embrace.  I
held it there like that, and fast forwarded the video, I wanted to see what
other action was on offer.

   Blondie was playing with a vibrator, just like me, thrusting it in and
out of herself with smooth power.  I locked into her moves, and moaned with
her moans.  After only an few moments, she pulled the vibrator out, and
forced four fingers into the empty sex-mouth.  My heart rose into my
throat. If my instincts, so recently discovered, were not mistaken, blondie
was about to fist-fuck herself!  She reamed herself wider and wider, and
then I discovered the secret.  Blondie removed her hand for a moment,
tucked her leg behind her arm, and fed the fingers back into the now
stretched and exposed vulva.  Getting dizzy with desire, I followed suit. I
could feel the difference immediately.  The angle and the leverage were
much improved.  Blondie started to execute long, slow, side to side twists.
Four of them, and her hand reached the widest point, majestically cruising
over the rim, into her cunt.  My path was clear, I had been shown the way.
I still believe that some kind of inner or outer force knew what I needed,
and directed me to it, planting those videos and magazines just for my
benefit.  When I copied blondie, and twisted my hand, it seemed the only
possible course of action.  Stopping would have been totally absurd.  I
felt the muscles and membranes start to ache, like my asshole had ached,
sweetly, invitingly.  I wanted more of that feeling, so I used my right
hand to push on my left.  I Let my cunt go as slack as I could, and with a
scream of delight that I couldn't stifle, I sank my hand into the hot,
molten pit of my hysterically happy cunt.

   Have you ever had a moment in your life when you just know that the
right thing has happened, regardless of the potential consequences?  That
was my moment, the first moment when I was utterly convinced of something
in my life.  I knew that my cunt was getting what it needed, what it had
needed for a long, long time.  I don't think its just because I'm a big
girl, either, though that has something to do with it.  A lot of other big
women wouldn't be able to do it, or want to.  It was the thrill of it being
my hand, or potentially someone else's hand.  It gets me off much more than
a cock - unless its big, and in my ass.  Being able to actually feel, to
explore and probe with fingertips and knuckles.  That is so very special,
and I determined straight away to become very, very good at it.  I was
actually surprised when I found out that fisting wasn't a common form of
sexual expression.  Maybe that's why I've worked so hard to promote it
since then.  Why shouldn't it be as popular as, for example, anal sex?  It
will be, if I've got anything to do with it!

   I lay with my hand in my cunt for as long as I could bear it.  It would
be some time before I could just enter myself and fuck without anything
other than the sweetest sensations of lust.  I gave myself three orgasms,
quickly, one after the other, my right forefinger dancing a fandango on my
increasingly tender clitty.  It had never had so much action in so short a
time.  I felt a wave of emotion welling up inside as I shuddered the third
time.  Tears started to fall from my eyes, tears of joy.  I finally
quivered to a halt, and very gently and slowly drew my wet, reddened hand
from my cunt.  I felt it close as my fingers withdrew, regaining something
like its normal proportions.  But it would never be the same again.  For
the first time in my life, I felt sexually satisfied.

   That weekend, I went cruising, a pastime I hadn't dreamed I would ever
indulge in, and that now I couldn't live without.  I bought a listings
magazine,and looked through the gay section.  Hoping for the best, I
selected a lesbian bar, and on Friday night, I went into town, and dressed
up nicely, but not outrageously, I walked nervously through the door of the
Pink Pussycat.  The bar was half empty, and the women seated there turned
to look at me as I came in.  It was very strange, I could feel them sizing
me up as a potential sex partner.  Women appraising me with an eye to
making love.  I strolled up to the bar as nonchalantly as possible, and
ordered a large vodka tonic.  I sat on a bar-stool, and sipped my drink,
grateful for the warm wash as the alcohol kicked quickly in to my excited
system.  I decided that if they were going to cruise me, I'd cruise them.
There were various types, from diesel-dyke to femme, and some that looked
pretty normal, and two, an older woman, and a girl, who kept on trying to
catch my attention.  The older woman had grey hair, but she didn't look
near forty when I got a good profile of her.  The girl looked dark, sultry,
with thick black hair.  There was something both wanton and innocent about
her.  The older woman smiled at me, and beckoned.

   What the hell!  I thought, and went over to their table.  That's how I
met Hilary and Naomi.  Hilary was actually thirty-six, and Naomi twenty-
two.  They were lovers, had been for about a year, and they were interested
in me.  "I've got a feeling you're rather new to this," said Hilary, making
me blush.  I decided to be frank with her.  "It's my very fist...  I mean
first time," I said, blushing even redder at my Freudian slip.  Hilary's
elegant eyebrows arched, and an odd little smile flitted across her face.
"Well, I'm glad we all know where we stand," she husked - she had this
rich, throaty voice - very sexy.  I giggled, not sure if she was serious,
but Hilary knew women, she read me like a book.  "I think we could go right
now," she added, and as if hypnotised, I followed the two of them out of
the club.  I had only been in there about five minutes!  Outside, we walked
in silence to Hilary's Golf GTI, climbed in, and I was driven off to my
first lesbian encounter.

   Twenty minutes later we pulled up outside an elegant house in Camden
Town.  I was led into an airy hall, and from there into an exquisitely
decorated lounge, classic French sofas chaise longues provided the seating.
There was a large cabinet in one corner, the open doors of which proved it
to be a huge television set.  I sat on the edge of a chaise longue, and
cleared my throat.  "You'll have to help me out...  this is all very odd
for me...  I'm a married woman, and I've never had affairs...  with men or
women...  I don't know where to begin." I told them, laying my cards on the
table.  "But you do know about fist-fucking, don't you?" Asked Hilary.  "Oh
yes...  I know about that...  since Wednesday," I said.  Watching my boats
burning.  "Well, that's all that matters then," said Naomi, sitting beside
me, and putting her small brown hand on my trembling thigh.  It was
terribly warm in the room, warm enough to be naked...

   Hilary came over to the chaise as well.  They stood me up, and slowly
undressed me, stroking and kissing as they uncovered my skin.  Their hands
caressed me like the wings of little birds, delicately, with shiveringly
light touches.  My trembling changed from nerves to the first stirrings of
arousal.  "Oh God...  I...  I...  Oooooh!" I sighed, my protest collapsing
as a hand slipped into my knickers, cupping my mons, and finding the
wetness that was already dampening the gusset.  My panties were pulled
down, and I stepped out of them.  I stood there, naked, Hilary and Naomi
looking at every inch of me, peering into my most intimate places.  Naomi
pulled my buttocks apart and touched my anus with her finger.  I puckered
automatically, and then relaxed, as I had just learned.  Naomi giggled, and
slid her finger down to my oozing pussy.  She carried some of my juice back
with her to my asshole, and rubbed it round the rim.  I let out a little
moan, and moving my feet apart, I pushed out my bottom to signal my
approval.  Hilary was massaging my breasts, sucking alternately on my
pointed nipples, making them stand out like fingertips.  Naomi's finger
pushed through my sphincter and probed my rectum.  It felt delicious. 
Hilary slid her hand down my belly, and ran her middle finger along the
pouting lips of my sex, parting them expertly.  A moment later her finger
joined Naomi's inside me, and they thrust together, in and out,
finger-fucking me to a powerful state of horniness.  "Get the things,
Naomi, she's ready for us...  aren't you Diana?" Said Hilary, rhetorically,
I could hardly speak, let alone answer.

   They had caught me completely off guard, and I loved every second of it.
I was their plaything for the evening.  Would I enjoy their games?  Time
would tell...  Hilary sat me on the chaise, made me lay back against
cushions, and spread my legs.  One was raised on the chaise, the other she
held back with her shoulder as she went down on me.  Hers were the very
first lips to touch me there, and I came almost as soon as her tongue-tip
touched my clitoris.  She ground her face into me as I gushed and
shuddered. I could feel her lapping me up as I felt ecstasy of a brand new
kind.  She left my clitoris to calm down, and started to tongue-fuck me,
making me writhe and whimper, it felt so good.  I opened my eyes as Naomi
came back into the room, carrying a sports bag.  She put it on a coffee
table, and unloaded the contents.  I watched, fascinated, as a selection of
bizarre toys and tortures were carefully laid out.  The sight of cuffs, a
tawse, and what I later found out were nipple clamps made me decidedly
nervous.  "I...  don't do S&M...  " I gasped.  "Don't worry, not all those
things are for you," said Naomi, smiling at me reassuringly.  "They're for
me...  but you're welcome to try them," she offered, with genuine
generosity.  I gasped, unable to speak as Hilary's tongue tickled my bud
again.  "Maybe later...  ," said Naomi, smiling sweetly, but with a
delicious hint of danger I hadn't seen before.  Perhaps this trip was going
to be even stranger than I had anticipated.

   As well as the S&M gear, there were a couple of vibrators, lubricant,
and a dildo so big I thought it was a joke, and laughed out loud.  Hilary
and Naomi exchanged looks.  "Let me show you something," said Hilary. 
"Naomi, my favourite, please," she told her young lover.  Naomi picked up
the monster shaft.  It was about fourteen inches long, and thicker than a
man's wrist.  She lovingly anointed it with K.Y.  and held it upright, the
base of it resting on the seat of the chaise.  Hilary swung her leg over
it, straddling the shaft.  She guided it between the long, fleshy lips of
her vulva, and found her entrance.  Then she bent her knees, lowering
herself onto the beast.  After a few seconds pause, the head of it suddenly
plunged into her cunt, and a few seconds later, another drop sent it deep
into her womb.  I was fascinated to see how her labia framed the thickness
of it, and the way her clit hood stretched back.  My throat tightened.  I
knew I wanted to feel that thing for myself.  Hilary fucked herself slowly,
rising and falling until the shaft was moving with comparative ease. 
"There, you see, nothing to laugh at," said Hilary, sternly, but smiling. I
smiled back, uncertainly.  "Do you think I could take...  that thing?" I
asked.  Hilary's eyebrows arched as they always did when surprised. 
"Touche!" She said, and laughed.  Naomi held the base of the dildo as
Hilary stood up.  It left her body with a lubricious slurp.

   My cunt had been reamed to extremes since Wednesday.  I had not been
able to believe that I could put my hand up myself, and had had to repeat
it many times, finding it getting easier by the day, and better, because I
knew where it felt extra good now, and could concentrate on quality. 
Hilary pulled me to the edge of the chaise, and put the base of the shaft
on the floor.  The head was almost level with the seat.  "Sit on it... 
that's the best way to find out, and you're in complete control of it," she
advised me.  I edged over to it, and Hilary slid the tip back and forth
along my slit, wetting the slippery surface even more thoroughly.  I felt
it pressing my vaginal entrance, big, hell, huge as I tentatively lowered
myself.  It began to open me.  It was so thick, so quickly.  My fingers
entered from a comparatively small point, this was like trying to push a
large plum into my glory-box.  I felt that odd, creaking sort of sensation
as my vulva gradually surrendered to the force of gravity.  I gritted my
teeth, held my breath, tensed up hard, and then suddenly relaxed.  I felt
an almighty 'WHOOSH' of rapture, and fully six inches of the thing plunged
up into my womb.  "Atta girl!" Cried Hilary, and Naomi applauded.  I felt
the irresistible urge to be fucked now, I wanted to feel this enormous
thing reaming and ramming me, I wanted to come with it buried deep.  I
dropped a little lower, and gasped with pain as the hard glans tip
stretched my cervix to pain threshold.  "Wow...  you can take that thing!"
Exclaimed Naomi, excitedly.  "I think we've got ourselves a winner!" Hilary
crowed, pushing me back onto the chaise, this time with nine inches of
dildo deep in my cunt.

   "Please fuck me...  fuck me till I come," I begged, waves of desire
washing over me until I was glowing deep pink.  Hilary held the base of the
dildo with both hands, and drew several inches out.  "OooF!" I gasped as it
was pumped back in, the friction against my distended pussy-walls almost
over-poweringly good.  So far I was very happy with lesbian love, very
happy indeed!  Hilary grasped the end of the phallus with both hands, and
drew it halfway out before sending it back, making me pant as it knocked
the air from my lungs.  Hilary fucked me with big, solid strokes that had
be humping with pleasure.  If men could fuck me like that, I'd adore them.
I melted, getting totally absorbed in the sensation of being given pleasure
to by another human, such incredible pleasure.  Only one thing could be
better than this.

   "I'm going to fist-fuck you, I'm going to stuff my hand into you, and
screw you until you beg me to stop," Said Hilary, in a harsh, strange tone.
Something was happening to her.  I quaked, but her eyes didn't tell me she
was really dangerous.  Though they were reddened with lust.  "Do you want
me to do that Diana?  Do you want to know what I feel?" She grated.  "More
than anything!" I replied, "Ask me nicely then," Hilary said, her tone
calmer, but still steely.  "Please Hilary...  please will you fist-fuck
me," I gasp, the dildo so deep I can hardly breathe.  "You're a good girl,
and I will fist-fuck you, but you don't know what I feel, you don't know
how I take the fist...  Naomi, come over here and show Diana how we do it
here." Hilary turned so that her cunt was just in front of my face, her
knees straddling my torso.  I could smell her arousal, and see the wetness
dribbling from her plump-lipped cunt.  Naomi lubed up her hand, and rubbed
it over the moist flesh, Then she made a fist.  I moaned, I guessed.  I
guessed right.

   Naomi's fist nestled between those spreading labia, turning a little as
it settled.  Her cunningly pointed knuckles were seeking the portal.  When
she found it, I saw her forearm tense, and turn as she twisted her fist
against the resisting flesh.  I goggled as at the third twist, the fist
moved, steadily disappearing into Hilary's ripe feminine flesh.  A pause
half way, then a thrust that carried Naomi wrist deep in her lover.  All
this mere inches from my eyes.  Instinctively I leaned forward, and licked
the stretched vulva where it clung to Naomi, and then helplessly, I came,
my cunt clenching painfully, blissfully upon the massive dildo.  This was a
new kind of fist-fucking, total and a little brutal, but perhaps I knew I
needed to find out if it was for me, as well as my strange new friends.

   After my orgasm I found a little clarity returning.  "Do you still want
to do it like I do?" Gasped Hilary, rocking back and forth above me.  He
voice no longer had quite the threat of before.  She was getting into
Naomi's hand too much.  "Actually, I think I'd rather have it gently, the
first time.  You don't want to risk putting me off, do you?" It was
irrefutable logic.  I knew they wanted me as a willing partner, and I
wanted them.  But at my own pace.  The fact that I'm a good six inches
taller than either of them, and I work out might have had something to do
with their acquiescence.  What ever, the tension suddenly seemed to go out
of Hilary, as If I had taken a load of her mind.  Panting slightly, she
actually laughed.  "You mean you're not S&M?" She asked, "Not as far as I
know, I've never checked - and I don't really want to check right now." I
told her.  "What were you doing in the Pink Pussycat then?  Didn't you know
its an S&M club - discreeter than most, to be sure, but nonetheless -
everybody knows that." "I'm not every body - I'm totally fresh, remember?
I'm the ignorance of suburbia.  Why, does it matter?  Does it mean you
don't want to fuck me?" I demanded.  " Oh God no!  I can't believe this! 
Naomi and I go to that club because there aren't many women who go for what
we do, and most of those that do are into S&M as well.  We just had to
learn the games.  And now look what happens, we get real good at it, even
start to enjoy it, and we meet you!  Straight as a die, and never been
fucked by a woman, wanting us, wanting us to teach you.  Diana, you are
going to enjoy this, you truly are!" Hilary blurted, giving the still
buried dildo as little thrust, to emphasize her point.  It made me jerk and
groan.

   Our strange exchange seemed to warm us all, the pretence dropped away,
and we listened to our flesh instead of our brains.  Naomi drew her hand
with luxurious slowness, through the distended portal of Hilary's cunt.  I
saw with slight shock that it was still clenched in a tight fist.  Hilary's
yelp signaled the sudden tightness of the stretch.  I wondered how my cunt
would look when Hilary did the same to me.  In couple of minutes, I would
find out.  I realised that my own hands were so much bigger than Naomi's or
Hilary's for that matter, that I probably could take the fist as Hilary
did. The idea of it entering me, that blunt hard mass, made my cunt clench
sympathetically on the dildo, just as Hilary drew it out.

   I had had that thing up me for several minutes, and my sex was gaping
beautifully.  Hilary swung round, between my thighs, and lapped at my
clitoris feverishly.  I felt my desire building again, the lust sensations
swirling in my loins, making me hungrier and hungrier for her hand. 
"Please Hilary...  I need it right now!" I gasped, lifting my pelvis in
supplication.  At last I felt her fingertips between my labia.  I let
myself relax as the four fingers entered the well-reamed heat.  It was so
delicious that it was somebody else, it made me writhe as she tucked in her
thumb and started to twist.  "Yes...  yes...  I want you in me so badly!" I
cried, and unable to stop myself, I grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hand.
I squealed as the width of it popped my vulva and then slid deep into my
cunt, in one long, squelching movement I contained a woman's hand, and it
was wonderful.  Hilary's fingers played exquisitely in my womb.  "Gee, you
are a big girl aren't you!" She exclaimed, finding more space than she
expected.  I could only shudder and mew with rapture.  She was moving
deeper, deeper than my own hand could manage, and it felt better and
better. "Look Naomi...  look, her vulva is holding my forearm!" Said
Hilary, as genuinely surprised as I was to hear her say it.  I raised
myself, bending to look at my groin.  I too was astonished to see that I
had taken her well past the wrist.  I saw her draw her hand halfway out,
and then plunge back in, feeling the hardness of her knuckles rippling the
ridges and bumps inside myself.  It was even wilder than doing it to
myself. It felt like coming home.

   "Let me have a go...  I want to feel her too!" Pleaded Naomi, squatting
down beside us.  Hilary gave me a few more churningly deep strokes, and
gently withdrew her hand.  Naomi's busy fingers were there instantly,
sinking one after the other with practiced ease.  I wondered how often she
had penetrated Hilary that way.  The thought of all that fisting made me
even hornier, and I raised my pelvis to receive her hand as it was thrust
into my hungry cunt.  Naomi's hand is smaller than Hilary's and it fucks
back and forth quite easily in my well-reamed cunt.  I was obviously made
for this, how could a cock compete?  Naomi pumps my cunt smoothly, getting
faster, making me whine and squirm as she feels me up so deep inside.  She
brings me to the brink, and then, as I cry out with dismay, hands me back
to Hilary.  The extra width makes little difference now, I'm hot, I'm
loose, I'm taking the hand with ease and delight, I'm in rut, running with
juice like never before.  My own forays into my body have been shorter,
because I couldn't stop myself from coming.  Hilary is so expert, she knows
how to prolong, how to enhance and intensify the pleasure of fisting. 
After a couple of minutes, they swap again, and again.  At some point, they
roll me over, and I'm on my knees getting it even deeper.  I feel fingers
probing my asshole - I arch with added pleasure, and gurgle my
encouragement.  They have one last surprise for me.  I'm so far gone, so
hot and loose, that when Hilary curls her fingers into a fist inside me, I
cry out "Yes!  YES!  FIST ME!!" And then I discover that what I was feeling
with a hand inside me was just a taster for the sensation of having a fist
filling my cunt.  It moves more slowly, fills me more completely, and gives
me an orgasm that I will never forget.  Naomi has three fingers in my ass
as I start to shake and wobble, the waves of bliss spreading like a red
tide through me.  Three fingers in my ass, and a fist in my cunt.  I am a
very happy Diana.  I weep as they let me calm down at last, after the
spasms have clenched and gripped their darling fists and fingers bruisingly
hard.
Subject: Diana's Story 2 - fff f/m
From: "tenfour" <an674829@anon.penet.fi>
Date: 1996/07/19
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

   Diana's Story

   Part Two

   We spent the night making love.  I managed to fuck Hilary with my
clenched fist, which is a lot bigger than Naomi's, and knew that I would
have to try it that way myself, very soon.  I also watched as Hilary and
Naomi enacted Naomi's favourite bondage and flagellation ritual.  I found
it oddly erotic watching the lovely girl being lightly pussy- whipped to
orgasm.  Perhaps there was something to that stuff after all...  After
that, I soothed her burning sex with my hand, managing to fit most of it
it, but not quite all.  She has never tried a woman as big as me.  I save
the pleasure of taking her all the way for another day.

   We slept finally, exhausted, contented, and I was truly happy with sex
at last.  I awoke early, and padded out to the bathroom.  I found Naomi
there, cleaning her teeth, and I kissed her hello on the nose.  She giggled
through a mouthful of toothpaste.  Such a strange creature, Naomi, like a
naughty little animal.  Her body was so young and lush looking, full,
big-nippled breasts, small waist, round tummy, beautifully rounded buttocks
- not a model's figure, too much flesh, but such yummy flesh.  The dawn of
my first day as a fully fledged bisexual, and I wanted to try it out all
over again.  The night before was already like a perverse dream.  I needed
confirmation for my senses.  The faint striping on Naomi's bottom and belly
betrayed the lashing Hilary had meted out.  I found it strangely arousing,
that this girl reached her biggest orgasm of the night from the pain of the
tawse on her sex.  I cleaned my teeth too, and took a quick shower,soaping
between my legs, I felt the tenderness of having been fucked to satiation.
My touch awoke desire, and humming to myself, feeling warm and sexy, I went
back into the bedroom.

   Hilary is still sleeping heavily, charming little snores coming from her
half open mouth, the mouth that had driven me wild a few hours before. 
Naomi and I sneak out to the kitchen, and feast, chatting amiably, starting
to get to know each other.  She already knows about my quest, so I ask her
about her own.  She met Hilary at work - Hilary works a few months of the
year, even though she doesn't need to, her husband is pretty rich, and out
of the country for weeks at a time.  At the time Naomi was deeply
frustrated, very tetchy, and going out with a guy her parents approved of,
an articled clerk in big law firm.  It was all Jewish prospects, and Naomi
didn't know how much she hated it until Hilary seduced her.  It had taken a
Mickey Finn to get the girl to surrender, but once she had, she was utterly
convinced, and had only gone back home for a few hours to try to explain
that she was leaving.  Her parents had hit the roof, but she was 21, and
they had to watch their darling daughter walk out, head held high, having
just told them she was going to live with a woman who made her happier than
she had ever been before.

   The year since then had been a journey of sensual discovery for her, and
for Hilary, whom Naomi seemed to goad to extremes she had never considered
prior to this relationship.  I asked her about the bondage and whipping,
but she wouldn't tell me.  "Not yet Diana, I'm not ready," she said, a
distant, fearful look in her eye.  That was obviously a very private thing.
I realised quite soon that Hilary was actually giving in to Naomi when she
tied the girl up and beat her.  Our talk returned to things more directly
sexual, and my simmering desire started to bubble up.  "I just can't get
over the fact that I'm with other women, and I've been making love," I told
her, I kept on getting the grins from excitement and happiness.  Naomi
noticed my sparkle, and taking my hand, she led me back into the bedroom.

   We lay on huge bed, away from Hilary, now on her side, a slight smile on
her lips, a hand between her thighs.  Naomi takes a tiny silver pipe and a
little box from the night table.  "Have you ever smoked hashish?" She asks,
taking a block of a dark brown substance from the box, I shake my head. 
This is new too.  I've never even been curious about drugs, never seen any
either, and now a lush young woman is offering me a smoking pipe of hash. I
could have refused of course, but I'm so open to new sensation, I take the
pipe, and draw in the smoke, as I saw Naomi do.  I do have the occasional
cigarette, but they didn't prepare me for the thick, acrid smoke that
poured into my lungs.  Instinctively I coughed, and handed the pipe back to
Naomi.  "Don't inhale so much next time, keep it in your mouth, and then
ease it slowly down your throat...  like hot sperm." She instructed me.  I
understood her, even though I'd never taken hot sperm down my throat.  When
I had recovered, she handed the pipe back to me.  I did as she had said,
and it was easier.  We passed it back and forth several times, and I
started to feel curiously light headed.  My already ebullient mood was
intensified, and I found myself smiling uncontrollably.  Naomi looked into
my eyes.  "This is going to be such amazing fun," she said, in a voice
suddenly becoming husky with lust.  The drug kicked into my senses, and I
felt myself slipping into a new world, where every touch was a special
present.  Naomi slid her fingers up and down my torso, trailing her short
nails over my breasts, my nipples reacted instantly, throbbing to hardness
so that when the fingertips came back over them, they were madly sensitive,
and swollen.  My throat was tight and dry with excitement, I groaned, and
felt my wetness starting.

   Hilary must have sensed the beginnings of sex, because she stirs, and we
see her eyes open.  Her slight smile broadens.  "Can't keep your hands off
each other, I know!" She purrs.  She stretches and with a parting look of
complicity and understanding, Hilary leaves the room to shower.  Naomi and
I stay on the bed, playing, giggling, stoned, happy.  "It's strange, but
this all feels so right...  sort of normal," I say, because it does, even
though I have known these two women only a few hours.  "It was the same
with me, though I think it took a day and a night before I felt it," says
Naomi.  We are gently stroking each other's cunts, slippery as they are
already, our fingers part labia and slide over the sensitive bits rather
deliciously.  Naomi's hands are smaller than mine, or Hilary's.  She's
crawling down me, kissing my breasts, "Ouch!" nipping my nipples with sharp
white teeth.  She's between my thighs, so I part them wide...  Her tongue
licks my belly...  down...  down...  "Oooooo...  " she's flicking my
clitty...  how sweet it feels...  And now...  she's putting her fist... 
her clenched fist...  against me...  I can feel the knuckles screwing round
against my wet, but virtually unprepared vulva...  "Oh God!" She opening me
up with her fist!  It's moving...  moving into me...  stretching me...  the
hardness of it...  the thickness of it...  ssssliiiding...  "Yes...  don't
stop...  push your fist...  " She does it so beautifully...  it's different
to fingers first...  more shocking...  it's through...  it's filling my
tunnel...  and still sliding...  how can I be...  "So...  deeeeepp!" Now
she's drawing it out...  divine...  pulling my insides so...  her fist is
still clenched...  and here it comes...  making my cunt so wide...  wide...
"AAaaah!!" What a feeling that was...  the fist coming out like that... 
She's...  "Again...  like that...  again" against my vulva...  pushing...
"WHOOooo!!" easier...  sweeter...  All the way...  put it up me...  "Fuck
my heart!" did I say that?  And out again...  "AAAaaah!" she twisted it as
she pulled out...  what a stretch...  and in again...  I love this...  I
love this...  "I LOVE THIS!!" She's flexing her fingers now...  in my
womb...  str...  stroking me...  oh yes stroke me...  was that the door? 
IT's coming...  the rush...  she's out again...  she punches her fist into
me...  and out...  and in...  harder...  harder...  "HARDER...  ! 
HAAARRRRRDERRRR...  !!!" I'm...  my orgasm...  so...  fucking... 
wonderful...  fist-fucking...  oh I'll live for it.!!  "FUCK ME FUCK ME
FIST ME FIST- FUCK ME!!!" Spasms...  bliss...  I'm screaming...  such sexy
filth...  Now it fades...  and the soft glow is there.  It has taken less
than five minutes to make me scream with joy...  And someone else is
here... looking at me...  smiling...  while Naomi's fist slips and slides
in my wetness.  Oh Jesus Christ I don't believe it!  How could it happen.
What am I going to do.  "Oh NO!!"

   I burst into tears.  It is not at all surprising.  The person watching
me is my cousin, John.  By bizarre coincidence he is the man Hilary and
Naomi are both happy to call their friend.  And he's been standing there,
naked, his enormous erection in Hilary's hand, watching me being
fist-fucked.  It is almost as big a shock for him as it is for me.

   Hilary told me later Naomi had called John when she went to fetch the
toy bag, the night before, she had said my name was Diana, but how could
either have imagined that we are the Diana and John who are related?  And
all the while, Naomi's fist is still inside me, and I'm unable to stop the
fading spasms from making me wince.  John climbs onto the bed.  "We'll talk
about it later, it's all o.k., it's our secret world," he John soothingly.
I'm so stoned, so sexed-up I just seem to accept it.  I feel myself being
turned, rolled onto my side.  Naomi slowly draws out her fist, and holds it
for me to kiss.  I do, tasting my musk.  I feels a finger, a vaselined
finger on my anus, it presses gently.  So slack am I from the fisting, I
offer no resistance.  Then something else is between my full buttocks,
something ruder, and much, much bigger.  It is John's cock, and somehow,
that is all right too.  I know a little about anal sex now.  I feel it
pressing, harder and harder, it strains me, hurts me but excites me.  I
push my bottom back into the thrusts, and feel my anus start to open...

   I have to forget everything except my body and its sensations, I'll
think later.  John is at the back door, where Jim would not go.  He holds
my hips, and pulls me.  I really am tight there, not like in front!  John
holds Poppers to my nose, and though this is unexpected, I respond
instantly, and I draw in a headful sharply.  Later they tell me that this
is the specific sexual purpose for sniffing Poppers, to enable a cock to
enter a bottom.  I feel the amazing rush whooshing in my brain, my anal
muscles relax, and John's enormous glans seems to pop into my ass.  It feel
intriguingly good, totally different to vaginal penetration.  While the
drug is still pounding, he thrusts deeper, into my rectum.  It does hurt, I
can't deny that, but it's the sort of pain you can't help wanting to feel
more of.  He thrusts again, and half of his length is inside me, his first
cousin.  The incestuous nature of our coupling suddenly makes it even more
erotic.  My tears are over, I am into it, and he is into me...  He was
always the cousin I could relate too, but it is so bizarre that now he's
gently fucking my bottom, letting the vaseline make it easier, speeding up
exquisitely whenever I sniff more Amyl Nitrate.  It IS the perfect drug for
buggery!  I curse Jim for never doing this with me.  It could have saved
our marriage...  but then I would never have discovered fist-fucking...  Oh
he fills me...  oh he makes me yearn and claw the sheets...  the friction
and suction of that cock in my bottom...  is so...  amazing...  so... 
erotic...  Oh lovely cousin...  fuck my bottom...  "Fuck my bottom... 
stick it in deep...  OOoooH!!  Yes...  just like that...  spear me with
it!" It's so nice to talk dirty...  Jim hated it...  "Bugger me...  BUGGER
ME!!" I...  I never thought I'd hear myself say that!  It sounded good! 
The way it feels when he touches me deep in my bowels makes me shiver
uncontrollably, it is so weird, so wonderful...  He's moving me...  I'm on
my belly...  now he's making me kneel...  He's going to bugger me like an
animal...  He slides right in...  long, long cock...  And he buggers me
faster now...  it's...  it's almost...  unbearable...  I'm sniffing...  "Oh
my God...  it's so INTENSE" I cry.  My body seems to spasm, though it's not
coming yet...  He loses me...  falls out...  !  "AAAWWWWWWWWWH!" Such
heaven as he plunges back...  Now I understand Hilary and Naomi's hints...
there IS something men are good for!  He's pounding in and out now...  it
hurts...  I can't stop it...  Sniffing...  and again...  and again...  now
it doesn't...  "Oh...  Oh...  OHOHOHOHOHOH...  OOOOOOHHHH!!!  I'm coming...
I'm losing it...  !AAAIIIIEEEEE!!!" What is this...  !?!  it's not like any
orgasm...  "AAAAIIIIIIEEEE!!!" It won't stop...  my bottom...  spasms... 
sucking on John...  "OH MY GOOD GOD!!!" He's coming in me...  I can feel
his semen...  like rockets...  so beautiful...  "Ooooo...  it's boiling...
Oooo...  pour it into me...  Ooooo...  give me everything...  OOOoooo... 
so much...  sooooo...  MUCH!" my climax is fading...  but his is still
spurting...  splashing into my belly...  what wicked sounds...  all slurpy
as it oozes from me...  I'm full of sperm...  yummmy!!

   John buggers stickily to a halt, and reluctantly draws his length from
my ass.  He is astonished at how I took him.  I had an anal orgasm, a rare
thing for any woman apparently, let alone an anal virgin.  Hilary has only
just learned how to have one, Naomi is still an apprentice.  He says he has
fancied me since his 21st birthday, when I was a painfully shy 14-year-old
of stunning pubescent beauty.  He had spent half the party with an erection
just from seeing how my nipples were outlined clearly through my tight
cotton halter neck top.  He was amazed to find me here, bewildered and
bedazzled to see me with young Naomi's fist ramming in and out of my cunt,
and confessed he felt privileged to be the first man to pleasure me in the
anal way.

   When I set off for the bar the night before, I had taken my two fisting
videos with me.  I suddenly remembered them as I told him about my
discoveries, and told them about the films that had changed my life.  When
they heard I had the with me, in my bag, they exchanged looks, and then
asked me to show them.  "I want to show you my favourite," I say, once I
have brought the tapes into the bedroom.  I slot it into the machine.  It
has the hottest six minutes of auto-fist-fucking imaginable.  My beautiful
new friends cannot resist the temptation.  Their hands are on their cunts,
their fingers are starting to dip between moist pink vulvas.  So are mine.
John just smiles, and slowly wanks, watching us all.  the woman in the
video penetrates as deep as a woman can possibly get into herself, and she
penetrates herself from in front and behind, alternately, repeatedly. 
Hilary is first, she sobs with lust as her hand slips inside.

   With the unnecessary aid of Poppers, I join her, lolling lewdly.  I feel
that exquisite rush and stretch I have come to love so utterly.  I plunge
deeper, twisting, sinking sweetly into the place where Naomi has been so
recently.  I have never been more open.  I gasp joyfully, feeling my
fingertips in my womb.  Naomi lets out a sharp cry, and I know that we are
all together.  It has taken less than the six minutes.  "Well done!"
exclaims Hilary.  Naomi smiles triumphantly.  "I managed, I actually
managed it at last!" She burbles, moaning as her hand slides a little
deeper.  "I've heard of self-discovery...  is this what they meant?" Quips
Hilary, reaching deeper.  We let the tape play on, it is all fisting scenes
from here to the end.  We watch hot eyed as a man starts on the inevitable
road into his partner's body.  He fucks her, he buggers her, he comes
copiously on her ass, but still she is not satisfied, so he gives her his
fist, and she manages to take him to the wrist, that large man.  I see
Hilary looking feverishly at John, and guess another part of their story. I
am on the low couch, beside Hilary, our legs are partially entwined.  We
are fucking ourselves in perfect synchronisation.  When Hilary starts to
draw out her fingers, I draw out mine.  John is on the floor, kneeling
between us.  He lubricates his hands, using plenty of vaseline.  He smiles
at Hilary, he kisses one of my knees, and his fingers rest on my
lubriciously parted slit.  His other hand is identically placed on Hilary.
He pushes in one finger at a time, quite quickly - were are both terribly
ready, my cunt feels the gentle caress of his fingers, three, then quite
soon, four.  Hilary looks like she's melting.  We both have a bottle of
Poppers to hand, and as John pushes his thumb into the bunch, we start to
use them.  As the drug takes us, he thrusts harder, knowing exactly when
pain turns to honeyed pleasure.  It feels enormous, he's already stretching
me further than Hilary, but I love it, I wouldn't stop it for the world.  I
push my pelvis into his stroke, straining against him, but feeling myself
opening so beautifully, so willingly.  It must be like this for Hilary,
too. I can hear her sniffs and moans beside me.  I concentrate on myself,
on that awesome presence that is invading me.  I'm twenty- eight years old,
and I feel like I'm giving birth to myself.

   I take yet another, but larger sniff of Poppers.  I lay back, and want
him, I want him so badly that I get him, I get his hand, I get the whole
damn thing, in one slow move, my cunt forced to gape in wonder as he slides
into me, my entrance shrieking the briefest protest when his wide knuckles
are encircled, and then engulfed!  I look astonished at the pornography
between my legs, and between Hilary's too.  Naomi, darling Naomi is looking
bug-eyed, her sweet little fist twisting and squelching in her own tunnel.
Trembling, I lift my hips in supplication...  "Deeper...  you can go
deeper...  " I gasp, and I cry out joyously as he sinks his hand soooo...
fucking...  deep...  I feel his wrist-bones sliding...  sliding...  out of
sight...  he's reaching up into me...  his fingers questing, probing my
molten tightness, making the walls expand beyond sanity...  making my body
squirm as he steers me from my womb...  I find his rhythm...  he's fucking
me...  in...  out...  "iiiinnn...  ooouuuuttt...  iiiinn...  " Hilary is
chanting with me, like a rowing cox...  we giggle...  turning, we kiss...
it's magic...  her tongue and mine...  thrusting...  we break for a sniff
of lovely Poppers...  oh the rush!!  John takes full advantage, and his
hand that has been fucking so insidiously for several minutes starts to
fold...  "Oh Boy...  " Hilary gasps...  the fingers in me scoop the floor,
and then there is a fist in my cunt again...  this time it's a man, and
that is very okay...  I sniff again...  He thrusts that fist...  that flesh
and bone monster...  he thrusts it up me...  right up me...  the bliss of
it...  the strrrreeeetttch of it!!!  How is it possible...  only 24 hours
ago this was not possible...  now it is...  it must be magic...  sex
magic...  "It's sex magic...  " I say...  unashamed, knowing they will
understand...  I close my eyes...  and he rocks me with his fist...  he
rocks me...  he fucks me...  he's already had my ass, and now he is ruling
my cunt!

   I feel him long and clear with my sleeving vulva...  "N...  N...  N...
NAOMIEEEE!!!" I cry...  she's touching me there...  right on the
clitoris... and it's...  it's...  "OH YES BABY...  MAKE ME COME!!!" I
shriek...  And she does...  giggling delightedly, teasing my clitty cruelly
as the spasms burst on me like explosives.  Hilary groans deep, and I feel
her body tense next to mine a second before her hoarse cries signal a
parallel bliss to my own.  John's fists do not stop, they fuck right
through our orgasms, relentlessly reaming us as ripples of rapture make us
forget everything but the precious moment.  When at last we shudder to an
exhausted halt, Jay thrills the wicked incestuous fantasies in my head by
giving me his cock to suck.  Now this is something that Jim always wanted,
and I thought was just exploiting me - after all, he had not pleasured me
particularly, why should I pleasure him?  Now its different, Jay deserves a
reward for his work, and I find myself looking forward with excitement to
tasting him.

   Hilary and Naomi are already occupied, sixty-nining with tongues and
fists.  Jay sits on the edge of the bed, and I kneel before him.  His huge
cock stands up straight from his groin.  I take it in my hand, and pull it
towards me.  It feels amazingly hard, and looks almost as thick as my
wrist. This is what I had up my ass a little while ago.  My bowels twinge
sweetly at the memory.  I pull back his foreskin, and sticking out my
tongue, I touch him where even I know it feels best for him.  He groans,
and holds my hair so that he can watch everything I do.  I open my mouth,
and slide my lips down him until he is far back in my throat, almost
choking me.  I can only take half of him.  I start to suck, making a vacuum
as I rise up him.  I feel him shudder, and he grips my hair harder, forcing
me back onto him.  "That's good...  come on cousin, suck it...  make it
feed you...  " he gasps, I bob up and down, my lips getting so sensitive as
he slides through, and I use my tongue like a like, flickering it at his
tiny slit, caressing the underside of his shaft.  It's making me almost as
horny as him.  I can't resist pushing a hand back into my gaping cunt.  It
goes in as easily as Jim's cock.  I feel his excitement increase, building
up fast, making his cock swell ever thicker.  My tongue tastes the oozing
fluid from his glans.  Its salty, but fresh, like the sea, like Chinese
soup...  "OH YES...  OH YES...  SUCK IT DOWN...  EAT ME UP!!" My cousin
cries, and a boiling jet of semen floods my mouth so that I start to choke,
it spills from my lips as I struggle to swallow, then I feel a sluicing
rush as the next spurt hits the roof of my open mouth.  My eyes wide open,
I lean back to see the stuff coming out of him.  I never imagined that men
could come so much.  Jim managed about four spasms, John's cock lashes my
face with jet after jet.  It feels so hot and horny as it paints my skin. I
get my breath back, and dive onto him again, catching the next eruption on
my tongue.  I let my mouth really fill up with him, sucking the last spurts
hard from the pulsing tip.  When I feel he has finished, I start to
swallow, slowly, like Naomi taught me to do with the smoke.  It tastes like
pure sex sliding down into my belly.  I have yet another arrow in my quiver
of desires.